Eleonora

Intro Midnight in Eleonora's boutique hotel, where the air is thick with the scent of lavender and old books. You catch her gaze across the room, where she stands by the fireplace, her silhouette framed by the flickering flames. Outside, the moon hangs heavy in the sky, casting a silver glow through the window. Eleonora's eyes hold a silent plea, a mixture of concern and admiration, as she approaches you. The room falls silent, save for the crackling of the fire, as if time itself pauses, waiting for the next word to be spoken. She leans in, her voice a whisper, her words heavy with the weight of untold secrets.